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  "I don't know what gave you the impression that your attitude would be received well, but don't worry, princess, I will make sure your mouth doesn't get the better of you again." The tug on her hair forced her to her knees on the smooth, unrelenting wood of the deck in front of him, putting her face and mouth exactly where he wanted it. All in the middle of the small group of friends. "Spread your knees. Further. Good girl." The touch of the cool breeze brushing against her bare pussy forced a whimper to escape from her throat. "You decide to run your mouth in front of our guests, then I will decide to put your mouth to good use in front of guests."

  "Sir," she pleaded as he worked the buttons of his fly with his free hand, never releasing her hair from his tight hold.

  "Don't speak," he growled as his partially erect member sprang free of the confines of his jeans. "Unless you are saying your safe word, you have lost your privilege to speak for the rest of the night. Now, naughty pet, open your mouth and mind your teeth." The pleading expression she shot his way did her no good, and when he arched his brow, she instantly opened her mouth and allowed him to feed her his cock. His warm skin tasted salty against her tongue. "You are to suck me dry and swallow every last drop."

  As she went to work, sucking and swirling her tongue, the conversation picked up where it left off as if seeing a woman on her knees pleasuring a man was nothing. With her head bobbing, Autumn watched the people around her. They all seemed to be ignoring her, but she could not shake the notion that everyone was watching her.

  A sharp tug of her hair forced her to gasp around his cock before it fell from her mouth. "Your concentration should be on me and me alone. Does my cock bore you?"

  "No, Sir. I-I just…"

  He tucked himself back into his pants before he took a knee in front of her and spoke in a soothing tone. "You are exaggerating the number of people here, princess, and you are letting them overwhelm you." When she tried to look down, he stopped her by grasping her chin. "At most, there are fifteen people here, including us. You know and trust every one of them. Hell, you trust most of them with your life on a regular basis during any one of our calls. So please, tell me what is keeping you from submitting to me."

  "I." She took a deep breath. "When I went to the clubs, the people watching me were faceless strangers, but these are my friends and colleagues. What if they use my submission against me?"

  "Look at them and point out one person here who you think will judge you for your submission." He gave her a few minutes to appraise the group of their friends. When her eyes returned to him, he smiled. "Couldn't come up with anyone, could you?"

  A smile graced her lips. "No, Sir. I trust them. Thank you for giving me the time to remember that."

  "You're welcome, princess. Now," he stood, "finish what you started."

  Fire Princess

  Hill City Heroes Book One

  Rachel Blake

  Published by Blushing Books

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  Rachel Blake

  Fire Princess

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-64563-062-3

  v1

  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  "New guy starts today! Do you think he's hot?"

  Autumn rolled her eyes at her partner as she laced up her boots. "I think hot guys are the only kind who get hired at this station; unfortunately, most of them are married, may as well be married, or jerks."

  "Did you hear that, guys?" one of the men in question shouted from the other side of the lockers. "Autumn thinks we are hot!"

  "Damn right! Why else do you think I put up with this job? Sure as hell isn't the pay!" She slammed her locker shut and headed to the vacant great room. As she grabbed her favorite mug from its hiding place in the back of the cupboard, she headed for the coffee as she mumbled, "I need more coffee before they demand any more ego stroking."

  "I call dibs."

  The hunt for coffee halted. Empty mug in hand, she turned to face the other woman. "Did you seriously just call dibs on a man you have never met and know nothing about? Are we thirteen-year-old girls at a slumber party now?"

  Gwen shoved Autumn away from the front of the coffeemaker with a bump of her hip. "You're just mad you didn't call dibs first."

  Laughter sounded from the other side of the room. "Do I get a say in this?" A man with dark hair walked toward them, his confidence and slight cockiness becoming clearer with every stride he took. "I'm the new guy, but you can call me Leland."

  "Don't believe him; he's far from new and an old friend of mine," the chief, a forty-year-old man with a toned body that could grace the pages of any fireman calendar, said as he joined the growing group. He removed the coffeepot from the machine and filled both his and Autumn's cups. "He left our station a few years ago to work in a firehouse in Kansas City."

  "And now you're back here? Are you crazy?" Autumn questioned as she wrapped her hands around the warming mug and took a sip.

  "The city wasn't all it was cracked up to be, princess."

  She glanced down at the mug in her hands and rolled her eyes at the plethora of miniature pink crowns and the word Princess stamped across it. "Well, congratulations, you can read, but don't call me that ever again if you want to keep your balls intact."

  "As you wish, your highness."

  His dramatic bow all but forced Autumn's eyes to roll into the back of her head before she tried to explain. "My best friend got this for me. I would have never bought it for myself."

  "Good to know. Now, about this whole 'dibs' thing you girls were talking about?"

  "That was her." Autumn pointed at her partner as she leaned against the counter next to the chief, casually sipping her coffee as she waited for the show to start.

  A blush spread across the other woman's face. "I... you... I hate you, Autumn!"

  "Oh, you so love me."

  The corner of Leland's mouth curled into an evil smile as he bracketed the blushing woman in place by resting his hands on the counter on either side of her hips. "Well, I have a couple of conditions if you are going to call dibs. First, you have to be a good cook."

  "Oh, he can't cook, definitely gets docked points for that." Autumn's stage whisper forced a chuckle from the chief.

  Leland glanced over his shoulder, daring her to continue. "I can cook; I just don't like to do it all the time. It's
a duty I like to share." He turned back to the poor girl in front of him. "So can you cook?"

  Straightening her spine, the woman gathered more bravado than Autumn knew her to have before she said, "I am an exceptionally good cook, but my baking will have you on your knees begging for more."

  The chief coughed, choking on his coffee as Leland laughed outright at her boldness. "Oh, I never beg, but I have no objection to you doing so."

  Her eyes narrowed a second before she stomped her foot. "Son of a bitch! You're one of them!"

  "One of them?"

  "A Dom!" She ducked under Leland's arm and turned to the chief. "For once, could you hire a vanilla man? Please? A simple, non-kinky, vanilla man." She started to stomp away but only got a few steps before she turned back with a shit-eating grin on her face. "You should talk to Autumn, though. She has been secretly going to clubs in the city for months now. You two may actually hit it off."

  Coffee spewed from Autumn's mouth. "I. How. How do you know?"

  "I have my ways." With those final words, she flounced away with her head held high.

  Chapter 2

  Autumn dug her phone out of her back pocket and wedged it between her ear and shoulder as she continued to limp toward the diner. "I know. I know. I'm late, and I promised I would be on time. I'm sorry!"

  "I am going to kill you!" Sierra whispered from the other end before she spoke with a super sweet voice, no doubt an attempt to appease the disapproving look her brother was surely giving her from across the table. "I completely understand your job is important. You couldn't help that you got a call right before your shift ended."

  "Come on; I apologized. I really couldn't help it."

  "I know. How far away are you?"

  Autumn looked at the street full of people and then at the diner door only a few shops away. "I'm a few blocks away. I will be there in five minutes."

  "Okay. Hurry!"

  Autumn shoved the phone back into her pocket then took a seat on a bench, alleviating some of the pain shooting up her leg; if it happened to prolong her friend's suffering just a bit, she was good with that, too. She had texted Sierra explaining why she would be late, but it didn't sound like it placated her friend at all. All right, she was notoriously late to everything, but this time, it really wasn't her fault. As a paramedic, if she got a call while on shift, she had no choice but to go. Even if the call came in only fourteen minutes before the end of her 24-hour shift. It wasn't her fault the call took twice as long as usual. Okay, maybe she was to blame for the extra time, but it was not her fault she had become the second patient when she stepped in a hole and twisted her ankle. It also wasn't her fault that the chief had forced her to go to the ER and get her ankle checked out, forcing her to change her plans for their usual Sunday breakfast into a Sunday lunch.

  "How long have you been sitting here?" Sierra questioned impatiently as she came to a stop in front of Autumn, her hands resting on her hips.

  "Just since our call. Your brother that hard to deal with?" She gathered the other woman in a hard hug as she stood.

  "He has been threatening to spank me since he sat down!"

  Autumn laughed. "I still can't believe you let your brother spank you."

  Sierra pushed Autumn back and held her at arm's length. "There is no 'letting.' This is just the way my family is. You do wrong, you get your butt blistered. End of story."

  "Your brother, too?"

  "Yeah, right! Who's going to spank that big brute? Now, come on, I want you to meet him. You are going to love him." Autumn followed the excited woman to the diner and to a table on the far side of the room. She stopped in her tracks when the man in the booth stood to greet her.

  "Well, if it isn't the princess." Leland clumsily bowed in an exaggerated gesture before motioning for her to take her seat before seating himself. "You're my sister's best friend?"

  Looking up from the scarred wood of the table, Autumn narrowed her eyes at the man. "Don't call me that!"

  "You prefer that I call you your highness?"

  She turned the question on him. "You're her big brother?"

  "Wait." Leland turned to his sister as a smirk took over his handsome face. "That means you bought her the coffee mug."

  "Yeah, isn't it awesome? 'I'm pretty sure I am supposed to be a princess; someone better fix this shit!' I laughed so hard when I saw it, and I had to get it for her. In fact, I got her two. One for home, one for the station." Sierra suddenly stopped talking and eyed the two of them. "Wait, how do you know about her mug?"

  "He saw it."

  The gears in Sierra's head were visibly turning. "How did he see it? You were working at the station last night."

  Autumn smiled at the man, knowing the answer to her question already. "She doesn't know?"

  "No. I didn't tell her. I needed a few days to get stuff situated without my baby sister and mother wanting to know every detail."

  "Wait, wait, wait! You're confusing me. You saw her mug? At the fire station? What don't you want me to know?" When the pieces had finally all clicked together, Autumn watched as realization hit and hope lit her friend's face. "You are working at the station here in town! In Hill City? Why didn't you tell me!"

  "Because you would overreact."

  "Hold on! Does this mean you're moving home?"

  "No, it means I am moving back to the 'home' area. I close on my house in three weeks."

  Sierra's squeal of excitement forced a few people in the dinner to cover their ears. "My brother's moving back! He's back! He's coming home!" She stood and did her happy dance in the narrow space between the tables. After a few seconds, Leland reached out and popped her once on the ass. "Ow!"

  "It is evident that my being home is way overdue. Behave like the young lady you are, or I will give you another." With a pout, Sierra plopped down in the booth next to the shocked Autumn. "Wipe that scowl off your face and properly introduce me to the princess over here."

  "I thought you already met?"

  "No, I just saw her once yesterday morning, and I barely got her name. I never saw her again after the first meeting unless you count getting a glimpse of her ass as she ran out of the room. I think she was avoiding me on purpose," Leland teased, looking at Autumn out of the corner of his eye.

  Before Autumn could think better of it, she had kicked the man under the table. "I was not avoiding you. What reason would I have to do that?" She tilted her head toward her friend, and she prayed he would get the message she was trying so desperately to convey.

  Sierra sighed as she picked up her menu and spoke from behind it like the conversation bored her. "No need to physically assault him, Autumn. I'm smarter than you give me credit for. I know all about my brother's sexual preferences. Eww." A shiver ran through her body. "Didn't want to have this conversation today. Anyway, I also know you have been visiting the same kind of clubs he secretly frequents when in town." She set her menu down, and a satisfied expression graced her face as she looked between the two of them. "While the two of you may be strangers to each other, I know you both very well, and you both suck at hiding stuff from me."

  Autumn turned to Sierra, once again, stunned. "You know about me going to the clubs?"

  "Of course, I do."

  "How?"

  "I have my sources, and I am not about to give them up."

  Leland shook his head as he picked up his own menu. "Why does everyone keep bringing up our sexual preferences, princess?"

  "You call me that one more time, and I am going to kick you so hard that you will not need to worry about your sexual preferences for a while."

  He just tossed his head back and laughed.

  "Okay, spill. You have to tell me how you know about me going to the OYK," Autumn demanded as she trailed Sierra out of the restaurant.

  "I'm keeping that information to myself. My source, or sources, trust me to keep his, her, or their identities a secret. If I don't, they could lose their standing in the community."

  "At least tell me w
hat else they told you!"

  "Not a chance. I have to have a few tricks up my sleeve," Sierra said before nervously fingering her necklace. "So what happened at the station?"

  "Nothing."

  "I call bullshit! You complain about everyone being stacked on top of each other at the firehouse all the time. Yet my brother only saw you once during your whole 24-hour shift together? Like I said, bullshit! So, you may as well tell me before I come to my own conclusion, which would be much worse than the truth."

  Autumn turned her face to the sun and let the light warm her skin. Heaving a heavy sigh with her eyes still closed against the brightness, she spoke. "I wasn't ready for anyone to know about my trips to the clubs. I wanted to have a chance to find myself in the giant world of kink before I had to explain my choices to anyone."

  "I am the last person you would have to explain yourself to."

  Hearing the thread of hurt that ran through Sierra's words, Autumn peeked at her friend then gathered the woman in her arms. "It wasn't you who I didn't want to explain my sex life to. People at work, my parents, people I don't necessarily trust my feelings with—they are who I didn't want to tell."

  "What? I know them, so I'm guilty by association?"

  Autumn ignored her whining. "You know me. You know if I am going to do something, I have to do it all the way. When I find the right Dominant man, I'm not going to be his submissive just behind closed doors. I will be his all the time. It will lead to looks and whispers, and I was not ready for that yet, so I kept it to myself." She paused for a second before continuing with a whine of her own. "A lot of good that did me. Somehow, my partner at the station found out. In fact, when your brother said he was a Dom, she outed my submissiveness right there in front of him and the chief."